Stop showing off, the little ancestor, the global boss is kneeling down

Chapter 67
Garden yard.

It is a script-killing immersive experience courtyard located on the outskirts of Beijing.

In the street in the middle of the night, two red scary lanterns flashed like two huge eyes,

The blood-red light flowed up the wall, and at the same time, two white and soft hands were pawing at the wall, a cute little face slowly came up from behind the wall, and two dark eyes stared down for a while.

Yan Zhi also climbed up and gave Qin Siyu a hand.

Qin Siyu's legs trembled, his eyes looked down, and he was so frightened that he fell to the ground obviously, but fortunately, Yanzhi caught him in time.

"She, she, she..." Qin Siyu cautiously pointed down with trembling hands in his fearful heart.

There is a female ghost in red underneath, dragging her long hair and running like a ghost.

"This is a Chinese horror script killing shop, it's just an NPC, don't be afraid." Yan Zhi worried that he was too afraid of exposing them.

"I see."

Qin Siyu turned pale: "So Song Jin and Xu Meng are here?"

"Tracking tactics tell me he's here."

Nian Nian obediently climbed up the wall, and when Qin Siyu was worried about whether she would fall, Nian Nian jumped off the wall in a flash: "Follow me."

Qin Siyu looked at the three-meter-high wall: "..."

Isn't the little ancestor afraid of flashing his waist?

Youyuan Yard is a large-scale immersive script killing area, with many NPCs and customers. Originally, the three of them interspersed in it was not awkward, but Qin Siyu and Niannian often broadcast live, and they have a lot of fame on the Internet.

In order to avoid startling others, Nian Nian was hugged by Yan Zhi reluctantly and buried his face, while Qin Siyu put on a cap with eyes, and when he encountered a scary NPC occasionally, Yan Zhi would keep his face cold. The cold air permeating his body is scarier than NPCs.

Just like that, they passed through the main script hall without any risk, and entered the backyard. The backyard was sparsely populated, and Nian Nian patted the banquet to signal him to put himself down: "It's right here."

"With so many houses, where are he and Xu Meng?"

In front of them are mahogany doors, which are very low, and they should only be half the height of a person. Behind them is an oval-shaped house. This design is definitely not suitable for human beings to live in.

More like a cemetery.

The moment this thought appeared in his mind, Qin Siyu's back suddenly went numb.

This is where the script kills, and it serves the plot.

After comforting himself like this, Qin Siyu calmed down.

"do not know."

The tracking technique can give an approximate location, and Nian Nian is almost sure that Song Jin is here, but there are too many small houses, and Nian Nian can't tell which one it is.

"It's almost twelve o'clock." Yan Zhi glanced at his watch: "I always feel that bad things will happen at twelve o'clock in this scene. In order to find them as soon as possible, we divide into three groups?"

Qin Siyu suddenly exploded: "The soldiers are divided into three groups? How old is the little ancestor? You have to let her go find that pervert Song Jin alone!"

Yan Zhi looked at him helplessly: "I think the little ancestor is much stronger than the two of us."

Having been praised, Nian Nian smiled happily and reservedly: "Yes, if you are in danger, just call me in your heart, and I will immediately appear by your side, remember?"

Yan Zhi nodded to express that he remembered, but Qin Siyu firmly opposed Nian Nian going to the small house alone, what if she met that pervert Song Jin first?
Before he could refuse, Nian Nian's little figure slipped into a small room.

In the light of the red lantern, the white mist was dyed blood red, Qin Siyu couldn't see where the little ancestor went, Qin Siyu was so angry that he wanted to scold Yanzhi, and Yanzhi also disappeared.

Qin Siyu: "..."

He gritted his teeth, and decided immediately to find the little ancestor.

He walked towards the nearest small room, and before entering, he still maintained the politeness of a college student and knocked lightly on the door.

He didn't realize it until he knocked on the grass. He came to find Song Jin secretly holding the grass, and he was so polite!
He carefully opened a slit and took a look, his back felt numb.

The room is relatively narrow, and there are few things. There is only one desk, on which are three incense sticks and tributes. Looking up along the line of sight, it is a square black and white photo.

Qin Siyu took a closer look, gritted his teeth and cursed.

Qin Yue!

She obviously just fell down, and she didn't hear from Song Yuan that she died today, why is there a portrait of her!
Qin Siyu's heart was pounding, wondering if the boss here just found a photo installation, which is really irresponsible.

He withdrew and walked to the small room next to him. When he opened it, he cursed again.

It has the same layout as the house next to it, but the difference is that the portrait above is Xu Meng!
This boss is too much!
Who is a good person to take a photo of a living person as a posthumous photo!
Qin Siyu firmly stated that he would report this script killing shop when he went out.

He went to the small room next to him again, and this time he was shattered.

The black and white posthumous photo on the square turned out to be himself!
If one acquaintance is a coincidence, and two acquaintances are luck, then when three people have something to do with Song Jin, Qin Siyu knows that this matter has nothing to do with Song Jin.

He realized something, a gust of cold air rose from the soles of his feet to his head, and when he was about to turn around and walk away, he held him firmly with one hand.

"Si Yu, are you here to look for me?"

It's Song Jin.

It was a gentle voice, but Qin Siyu could hear a bit of coldness.

Song Jin stood behind him, with half of his face hidden in the darkness, only a pair of eyes fixed on Qin Siyu.

Qin Siyu smelled a bloody smell, and he swallowed: "No, I'm here to play."

"Hehe." Song Jin said: "I opened this script killing shop, and the people who come here every day are real names, why didn't I know you were among the customers?"

"It really is you!" Qin Siyu said angrily, "Why do you take the photos of me, Qin Yue, and Xu Meng as posthumous photos? Do you know that this is against the law!"

"Is it illegal?"

Song Jin stared at him, smiled suddenly, and bared her fangs: "Si Yu, I prepared this posthumous photo for you half a year ago. At that time, I thought you would use it, but you ran away."

Qin Siyu's thoughts immediately returned to half a year ago.

Not just half a year ago.

Growing up, he wasn't a likable guy.

So he never had friends.

Until I met Song Jin in college.

Song Jin and him are classmates, but the difference is that Song Jin is very popular on campus.

He is handsome, rich, and gentle with everyone.

Surprisingly, he and Song Jin became friends.

That was the first time he knew what a friend is, so he opened his heart and regarded Song Jin as his best friend, for him, he was willing to give anything.

He thought that Song Jin also regarded him as his best friend.

Until that day, he didn't know how ridiculous his cognition was!
(End of this chapter)